Five Figurations of a Bird's Egg
When the egg rolls, the bird’s
path marks the edge of many circles, all leading
Inside the egg there are no rules.
There is no fighting. There is radical equality of the sexes.
And the males will not harass the females.
The bird inside the egg considers pants.
The bird thinks, “Pants? I won’t even
wear a bathrobe!”
The bird inside the egg is nation-building.
The bird is tyrant. The bird pronounces: “L’etat, c’est moi.”
It is serious.
For the egg, the shell is the line between
being and nothingness. For the egg,
there are no small problems.